Dear girl

Song Xinci originally didn't want to make such a big fuss.She just wanted to teach those few hands-on guys a lesson, even though they were not behind the scenes, they were just idiots who sold their strength for money.However, since you dare to take the money, you have to bear the risks it brings.Now, that risk has materialized and magnified.

She was not afraid, nor did she not want to teach the culprit a lesson.It's just that she can't be so ignorant, because of her own selfishness, Xia Yao's hard work can't be completely on the side of justice.The law would punish those people, but she couldn't swallow it.

The appearance of Fuchunrong Financial Company is similar to that of a bank, except for a different name.Their promotional posters are pasted on the glass, and you can get a loan with your ID card.The punctuation is all exclamation marks, as if the person who walked in took advantage of it.

Song Xinci hadn't smoked for some time, but he still smoked one before entering the door.

Before she could open her mouth, her eyes were drawn to the desolate shouting and pleading beside her.Not far from her, an old woman and a little girl knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, begging them to let her family go, because their family could no longer afford any money.Two men in security uniforms gave them a disgusted look, and began to roughly pick up their clothes and drag them out, the little girl was lifted up, her face was red from being strangled.

There were a few customers nearby who didn't dare to meddle in their own business, and held the contract in their hands, showing a hesitant expression.The staff laughed along with them, saying that they don't need to worry about it, the two of them have problems in their minds.

Damn, "What are you doing!" Song Xinci ran over and hugged the little girl.

Those who had stayed outside ran in when they heard the movement.

Two or three chaotic curses quickly turned into physical conflict.

Song Xinci brought many people here, and there were also many people from the other side.Maybe it was because the other party thought that this was their territory, so they were not prepared to believe in the principle of harmony and wealth, and fifty or sixty people fought together in an instant.

In the chaos, Song Xinci was dragged out by her own people. She stood aside and shouted, "Which of you beat the reporter the day before yesterday."

Someone really responded, "That's how I played."

Song Xinci had a sullen face, looked left and right, picked up a brick from the trash can who didn't know who threw it here, and walked in with a clear goal in the chaos.The other party was held down by his own people, and he smashed down on the head, blood in one hand.It may be the sudden pain that suddenly multiplied the man's struggle.He broke free from the restraints and kicked Song Xinci in the stomach.

Song Xinci bent over, as if his intestines were twisted together, and he broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

In fact, she was sensible, she didn't hit the man's brainstem and temple, and she didn't really kill him.People don't offend me and I don't offend others. Since you dare to hit someone, you should always be on guard against retaliation.It's just that people are advanced animals after all, so they should be rational.

If it wasn't for Xia Yao's long-term influence, or if she was a few years younger, would it be possible for her to smash down without any scruples?The answer is, I don't know.

She remembered that she seemed to be a very quiet girl when she was a child.Dad is busy with work all day long and rarely comes home. Whenever he comes home, Mom will quarrel with Dad, and if they quarrel, they will file for divorce.In order to keep her mother, Song Xinci never went out to play during the holidays, but learned piano and guitar at home.But they eventually divorced.

She seems to have changed since then, maybe because she was in adolescence when she was rebellious, or maybe she told herself that everyone is lonely, but she didn't realize that deep down she was actually longing for attention of complex emotions.

Loneliness is something that adults have to do their best to bear, let alone children.

So while she disdained making friends, she also enjoyed the feeling of everyone surrounding her without even realizing it.In the well-known private boarding school she attended in junior high school, there were more teachers than students.Everyone is the princess and young master of the family, but it may be because of her aura, in short, there is something very attractive about her, so everyone only looks up to her.

Of course, she did not let everyone down, even though everyone wanted to skip classes and advocated a kind of Gothic culture, non-mainstream culture, and killing Matt culture that was not suitable for them. It was she who carried the iron pot.

But at that time, she thought she was mature, so every time she was punished, she would do nothing, with the indifferent eyes of you stupid human beings, facing the wall stiffly.Hating the adult's hypocrisy, reality, and mediocrity, she suppressed her anger on the surface, but deep down she had a sense of accomplishment that she couldn't explain or even notice.

Yes, when those students passed by the Academic Affairs Office and looked in through the glass window, she would smile indifferently at those companions.Like, like a brave uprising.At that age, fighting against adults is as difficult and glorious as war.

The teacher at the school got a headache when she mentioned her.Her father donated a teaching building in the first year, a library in the second year, and a laboratory in the third year to keep her studying.Although she has a lot of income, but it affects the school's reputation, the school leaders tolerated her for three years with half push and half.Rumor has it that when she graduated, the school set off firecrackers...

Then he went to high school and became the same table with Xia Yao.It may be that those who are close to vermilion are red, and those who are close to ink are black.Her rebellion; her anger; her loneliness were slowly melted in those three years.Xia Yao's character is like practicing Tai Chi, transforming bones and soft palms, using softness to overcome rigidity.She was like a frog that was boiled in warm water, slowly, unable to jump out again.When I was in college, I was an outstanding young man with traditional virtues such as friendship, humility and courtesy, respecting teachers and elders...

That junior high school, when she was a sophomore, declared bankruptcy because it couldn't recruit students.Private aristocratic schools, except for tuition fees, have nothing to do with private aristocrats.His founder was one of the first batch of rich local tyrants in the wave of reform and opening up.The initial students were either the children of acquaintances or the children of acquaintances of acquaintances.The teachers didn't dare to let go of their hands to control the students at all, and they trained a lot of dudes.

Song Xinci looked at the banana leaves outside the window, and realized that he had thought a lot, and after the slight sentimentality of indulging in the past passed, he suddenly realized that he was in the hospital receiving anti-inflammatory drugs.

That guy was really ruthless, he kicked her, the pain made her unable to stand still, she was sent to the hospital for examination, the result was a soft tissue contusion, but fortunately there was no organ rupture.However, the man was not much better, not to mention being beaten up, she even managed to mend her feet a few times.

The corridors of the hospital were crowded with the parties involved in this incident, and all communication tools were confiscated.The policemen stood by and took notes one by one.

You are in the same group, Song Xinci glanced at it with a half-smile, and they were the ones who made the first move. Let me see how you deal with it.

I don't know what time it is, what sister Yao is doing.Thinking of Xia Yao, she felt a little guilty, and automatically imagined a serious face with frowning...

"Click", someone is knocking on the window.

This is the first floor. Song Xinci turned his head and saw that it was Lao Yang.

Lao Yang was originally in the hospital for infusion, but when he received a call from Xia Yao, he hurriedly took a taxi to Fuchunrong Financial Company.

When he arrived, he saw that Song Xinci was fighting for a little girl with a security guard. The moment he stepped forward, he took it back, took out his mobile phone, and took a picture of the incident.

Later, the fight between the two sides became more and more intense, and when the situation was about to get out of control, they quickly called the police.

Then I followed all the way here. This is not the Liuxia County Health Center, but the Liuxia County People's Hospital.

However, he intends to tell Xia Yao that he just arrived here.

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